Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Then afterwards, we went downtown to their city, going from skyscraper to skyscraper. We were in one tall building, maybe three stories up, when a huge flood came wooshing down the street. I remembered something the chaotic family had done to their sewers that might have caused this.
We watched the greenish water through thick glass windows, which held strong, but gave a clear view of the water's awesome force. Eventually, the water was spent and the street was clear.
A steak house restaurant was open in a lower story of this skyscraper, customers waiting to enter, standing six feet apart. We'd considered going there, but had forgot our masks. "For a moment, I almost thought things were back to normal," I said to Julia.
We then exited into the outdoors. The air was clear, but humid. A group of maybe ten young men, all wearing white, were standing in a row parallel to the length of the road, all juggling bowling pins. We stopped to watch them, and their enthusiasm and skill made me smile.
Then later I found in the floods' debris a broken limestone stela commemorating a new priest of a semi-Kemetic religion, praising him as a god. I told Julia, "No, that's not right. There is a clear demarcation between gods and humans. Netjeri might be the inbetween, as they lack a corporal body and have some limited divine power." I marvelled at this sight and walked on.
We were again at chaotic family's apartment. They'd survived the flood. But they didn't realize what they'd done to precipitate this event. Their house was still insanely messy, the tall towers of soda cans and piles of junk food were even higher....
Yet the jugglers in white were still finding joy in life and bringing it to others, despite the horrors that are everywhere. That, too, is true of this strange age.
Blessings to the jugglers, doing immense feats of skill and delight in these strange days. May Divine Mercies inspire you and give you hope as you inspire us and give us hope.
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